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“Well, Mr. Boone, this is the Springfield Sun calling to tell you we noticed your subscription to the Sun is close to elapsing and we would like to keep your business. We have a once-in-a-lifetime offer that we believe will convince you to renew. Would you like to hear the offer?”

Football is one of my favorite things to watch on TV, but during the regular season I rarely see the commercials. I’m among the millions of fans who watch DirecTV’s Red Zone Channel, and with that, the programming is a barrage of highlights and live peeks into games as the action unfolds, but with no commercials. If you’re a football fan, watch it and you’ll never want to give it up.

I met a guy once back when I was in the Navy who loved music. We were serving together on an aircraft carrier. This fellow could play several different instruments and had even formed a band among some of the other guys that were on the ship.

These aren’t the words of one devotee of Islam peacefully whispering to a fellow follower during a quiet moment of worship. Instead, it is a statement made by Amine el Khalifi — formerly Christopher Lee Cornell, an unemployed deejay — to the judge at his sentencing of 30 years in prison after pleading guilty for planning to detonate pipe bombs inside the U.S. Capitol in Washington and then gun down people as they fled the building.

The 2015 Regular Session of the Kentucky General Assembly convened at high noon Tuesday, January 6, with all House members swearing to support the U.S. and Kentucky Constitutions and confirming they have never been involved in a duel.

If you go down on Main Street, where the old mill use to be, you’ll find a new, sleek, professional looking fire station that houses the Washington County and Springfield Fire Departments.
The story is interesting on how it went from a rundown eyesore that greeted all visitors to our town and county to the state-of-the-art fire station we have today.

The story itself shows what great works that dedicated and concerned citizens can do. It is a symbol of what made America great and is so seldom seen today.

Lori and I were putting up groceries while our 2-year-old grandson, Eli, was making himself at home, sitting there cross-legged on the kitchen cabinet, chomping on a cookie. He reached for a bag of frozen strawberries I had set next to him.

“You can’t have those, Eli,” I smiled. “They’re frozen.”

At the word, “frozen,” he promptly began singing, “Let it go, let it go, let it go.”